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The trainee had never really talked with his distant cousins of the Shaman line. Of course, he'd usually spent his time working on his gallery, so perhaps it wasn't that surprising that he'd end up just a bit more secluded than the rest. But, recently, in an effort to connect with the family he'd die for, but didn't really know, the Assassin's son turned his moonstone gaze to Xythmia's den. She was looking for a mage, he knew. Maybe, just maybe, he could be some help to her children. He was useless in the way of herbs and healing, but his strengths lied in dissecting and repairing bodies for his gallery, and that could possibly be useful? If not he'd just spend the day hanging out with them, he supposed.
With his mind made up, the tom skipped forth in search of the Shaman's children, humming a tune as the teddy bear, strapped to his back by a vine that wrapped around his throat, bounced with is movement.
It was true, Elara was in line to be the next possible mage. It was a bit scary, for her, however. Considering she had what cats would call a ‘disability’. If she did not qualify for the job of mage, she might not have a place in the league. As most would call her a weak link. At that very moment she was going through herbs, studying to make sure she was not to get a single one wrong. Elara stares forward, instead of actually at the herbs she were handling with her paws. An obvious sign that she was mostly blind.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 28, 2018 16:18:46 GMT -5
He knew it was unusual for cats within the League to be blind. In fact, he could name only one cat who was at all similar to the prospective mage, and that was the huntress, Senescence, who was blind in one eye. Even she could see out of her other eye just fine, however. Time would tell if Elara would make it in the League, whether as mage or otherwise, but Blair supposed it didn't hurt to offer his own advice.
As such, tom approached her with a skip to his step, signaling his arrival by sound more than sight with the haunting tune he hummed. "Good morning!" The trainee chirped, the wordless song cutting off into an eerie, childish giggle. "How's your training going?" Even if she wasn't a formal mage, there was still training going on, Blair knew full well. Just as his littermates had all been trained as future Assassins prior to Batair having been chosen, and Arden still did occasionally check to see if their progress was satisfactory.
Elara twitched her ears. The sandy and white bengal crinkled her nose as she lifted her head to set her eyes on him. ”I suppose one would say it’s going.” she paused then, before turning her entire body to address the tom. ”Was there something you needed, Blair?” it was not uncommon for the shaman’s younglings to know the names of all the cats in the league. It was better they did, to know their patients better.
Elara sat, her tail curving over her front paws and gazing at the tom, almost expectantly.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 29, 2018 15:46:30 GMT -5
Similarly, it wasn't unusual for the Assassin's son to know the names of the other members, so as to put a name to a face whenever it was needed. Not to mention simply knowing his own relatives. "I was wondering if you'd join me, Elara." The tom giggled, flashing a mischievous grin. "I was going to do some training of my own, and I'd thought that you might like to join me." Her main goal, if she became mage, would be to heal and study herbs, but all the same, there was the possibility of not being chosen, and then she'd have to learn to survive on her own. She'd have to be able to defend herself anyway, even if she was chosen, so it wasn't like this was a useless sort of suggestion.
“Join you?” She echoes, but more of a question. It was a shock to be invited to such a thing, but she found herself shaking her head. “So that I can possibly be your punching bag? No thank you, Blair. Enjoy.” She almost felt... insulted. Was it a joke?
